AR Returns Ch11

“I don’t think that would’ve scared us off,” Riley assures her. “And let’s be real, if me and Adella do it, I’m sure she’d want me to be the one to carry it. But I’m a professional athlete, and right now she’s not super stable career-wise, so we haven’t even talked about it. Shit, we aren’t even married.”

“Fair enough,” Jess replies.

They make their way to the bed, which they strip and remake with clean sheets, then get cozy in the middle.

“You OK over there?” Riley asks as they lie together, gazing at the ceiling.

“Feeling good,” Jess replies. “Don’t tell your mom.”

“No worries about that. She’d kill us both.”

Presently, Adella and Stef show up, naked and still toweling themselves off.

“What’s going on?” Stef asks, considering the sight of Jess and Riley under the covers together.

“We’re tired,” Jess tells her.

“OK,” Stef says.

“Did you brush your teeth?” Jess and Riley ask in unison.

“Yes,” Stef replies in the voice of an exasperated twelve-year-old boy, entirely without irony. Adella is actually quite meticulous about hygiene, but she sometimes forgets all that when she’s horny. That can get awkward, but it looks like tonight is not one of those nights.

Riley and Jess beckon them over. They toss their towels aside, but they get a pass on not putting them in the hamper because Jess and Riley are thoroughly relaxed. Adella slips in beside Riley, and Stef climbs in on the other side of Jess. Stef turns off the lamp and they lie in the dark.

There’s room for everyone like this, but it’s kind of a tight fit. Too tight. After a moment, Riley snorts.

“It’s a king,” Stef says defensively. “We literally couldn’t have a bigger one.” A second passes. “And it’s not like we ever do this.”

“Hush,” Jess tells her, rolling onto her side. She scoots closer to Riley, who does the same until they’re nose to nose. “Just spoon me and go to sleep, Stef.”

“Bossy.” There’s some shuffling and movement.

The familiar feel of Adella cozying up behind Riley is suddenly new and interesting when she’s looking into Jess’s eyes.

AR Returns

Morning does its thing. Instead of sexily messy, hair is now crazy. Instead of speaking to deep, evolutionary parts of the libido, bodily fluids are just fluids and reality has returned. With four women packed so tightly together, when one of them wakes, they all wake. Some mumbling, grumbling, and shifting ensues. The contrast between Adella’s powerful body behind hers and Jess’s comparably soft one is interesting. So is the pain in Riley’s hips and lower back. Jess is a passionate woman. She might not have a penis, but when she’s on top, she’s the one doing the fucking.

Meanwhile, Adella does have a penis. That’s particularly evident when it’s rock hard in the morning wedged against Riley’s behind. Normality. Sort of.